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They carefully searching for a chance to get near her.

She walked into the room, unaware that Vansh was following closely behind. But just as he was about to make his move, a relative of her suddenly appeared.

He groaned in frustration, rubbing his forehead. "Are yaar, Kabir, mujhe nahi lagta ki hum shariff bankar ye kar sakte hain, or agar kisi ne humein dekh liya. Log mujhe juton se marenge, agle election mein mujhe zero vote milenge. Mera bhai to mujhe barbaad karne pe tula hua hai."

(Translation - Kabir, I don't think we can do this while acting decent. And if someone catches us, people will beat me with their shoes! Next election, I'll get zero votes! My dear brother is hell-bent on running me!"

Kabir sighed, "Then what do we do?"

Vansh leaned in, whispering, "Fire. Fire a shot in the air... Make sure no one gets hurt. Just enough to create chaos and distract everyone, so we can lovingly kidnap his precious treasure."

Kabir exhaled sharply, "Alright, Bhai." Without hesitation, Kabir fired a shot. The sudden gunfire sent waves of panic through the guests, who screamed and scattered in fear.

Taking full advantage of commotion, Vansh signaled the female security team, sending them to her room.

The female guards slipped in through the back and, within seconds, rendered her unconscious. As they carried her out, Vansh and Kabir hurried over.

Vansh smirked at the guards. "Be careful, okay? That's my brother's life you're holding."

The guards chuckled as they carefully carried her outside, placing her in the car.

Meanwhile, he was in his study, lost in thought, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his sharp jaw clenched as if his patience was wearing thin.

Vansh entered, grinning. "Adi, your treasure has arrived."

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his fingers tightening around the glass. "Good," he murmured darkly.

Kabir added, "Boss, she's in your room."

Without another word, he stood up, his sharp, calculating gaze locking onto the door as he strode toward his room.

His presence alone sent a chill down Kabir's spine. Vansh and Kabir followed closely behind, exchanging glances, knowing that whatever was to happen, no one could stop him now.

Inside his room, the female guards laid her gently on his bed.

One of them murmured, "She's truly beautiful," Another guard smirked, "No wonder Adi sir has gone mad in love with her."

The third one chuckled, "Stop admiring her beauty, or Adi sir will make sure we regret it."

Just as they finished speaking, the door opened with a click, and he walked in. His gaze immediately landed on the unconscious her lying on the bed. His jaw tightened, his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to touch her.

He slowly walked over to her and sat beside her, his intense eyes traced every feature of hers as if memorizing them.

His voice dropped to a whisper, "You can fight me all you want, Jaan, but you belong here... with me."

Reaching out, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man known for his ruthlessness.

Then, turning to the guards, his expression hardened, his voice laced with command, "No one disturbs us."

The guards immediately left, closing the door behind them.

Vansh smirked and said, "Happy now?"

He leaned back slightly, his expression calm but filled with determination. "Not yet." Then, turning to Kabir, he ordered, "Kabir, Call the priest. I will marry her today itself. Only then will I be satisfied."

Both Kabir and Vansh were completely shocked.

Vansh hesitated, "Adi, let's think about this in the morning..."

He cuts him off, his eyes darkening with obsession. "What is there to think about, Vansh? The wedding is happening today. Right now."

His grip on her hand tightened slightly as he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else, "She is mine. And by the end of tonight, the whole world will know it."

Vansh widens his eyes, shocked. "Adi, at least wait until the morning. What's the rush?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "If the wedding has to happen in the morning anyway, then why not now?"

Vansh says, "Agar mere baap ko pta chala, to pta nahi wo kya karenge. Wo ye sab bilkul bardasht nahi karenge."

(Translation - If my father finds out, I don't know what he'll do. He won't tolerate something like this.)

He smirks and replies, "He will be happy to see his daughter-in-law. Trust me."

Vansh scoffs, "Are Haan bilkul! Jab unhen pta chalega ki unki iss bahu ko kis tarah laya gaya hai, to wo ek pal bhi nahi sochenge use vidhwa bnane se pahale. Bina hichkichaye hum dono ko goli maar denge."

(Translation - "Oh... Of course! When he finds out how his daughter-in-law was brought here, he won't even think for a moment before making her widow. He'll shoot both of us without hesitation.)

He smirks again and steps closer. He places his hand on Vansh's neck, pulling him near, his voice low yet teasing, "What happened? Why are you so angry?"

Vansh glares at him and pushes his hand away, his voice laced with frustration, "What's wrong with this guy? He's completely lost it! This girl has made you lose your mind! And if I'm being honest, even you don't know what you're doing anymore. You think this is some kind of game?"

He tilts his head, his eyes filled with mischief, "Vansh..."

But he can continue, Vansh interrupts him sharply, "Agar logo ko iss bare mein pta chala to mujhe jooton se marenge."

(Translation - If people find out, they will beat me with their shoes for letting this happen!)

He chuckles, "Not while I'm here."

Vansh glares at him. "Shut up, man! Don't test my f*cking patience. Don't talk to me." Without waiting for a response, he turns around and storms out of the room, leaving him standing there with an amused smile.

And he strides toward Dadi's room and pushes the door open. Dadi, who was reading a book, looks up at him in surprise.

"Dadi, get ready. Your Adi is getting married tonight," he announces with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Dadi frowns, placing the book down. "All of sudden, Adi? Is everything okay, Beta?"

He nods, "Everything is fine, Dadi. Just get ready."

She studied his face carefully, sensing something unusual in his tone.

As he turns to leave, she grabs his wrist firmly. "Adi, have you been drinking?" she asks suspiciously, her voice filled with concern.

He quickly replies, "No, Dadi. It's just... Nothing."

Her eyes narrow. "Adi, tell me the truth. What's happening?"

He takes a deep breath before leaning down and hugging her tightly. In a soft whisper, he says, "Dadi, your Adi is in love... and tonight, I'm marrying the one I love."

She stiffens in shock. "And what about her, Adi? Does she even agree to this?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he steps back and turns to her caretaker, instructing, "Make sure Dadi is ready."

Without another word, he strides out of the room.

Meanwhile, Meera, who had been unconscious for a while, begins to stir. A soft groan escapes her lips as she blinks her eyes open, her head throbbing with a dull ache. She tries to sit up but immediately winces, holding her forehead. "Where... Where am I?" She mutters, looking around in confusion.

The dimly lit room, the unfamiliar surroundings, the luxurious bed... nothing made sense.

Outside, a female security guard approaches him, her voice calm yet alert. "Sir, ma'am has woken up."

He stops in his tracks, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright."

Without hesitation, he walks toward his room, and enters the room dismisses all the female security guards. She looks at him with confusion and anger, her voice trembling as she says, "Why... Why did you bring me here?"

He says in a deep voice. "You've driven me crazy. I don't even understand what I'm doing anymore."

She still holding her head, feels a lingering dizziness. Her vision is slightly blurred, and she struggles to focus. She whispers, "Today was my wedding... My parents must be worried."

She gathers her strength and tries to get up, but the moment she takes a step, he grabs her wrist firmly. "I didn't want bring you here just to let you leave," he says coldly. "You're staying here now, and you're not going anywhere."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she glares at him. "And who are you to stop me?" she demands, her voice laced with defiance.

A slow smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, his warm breath fanning over her face. "Your future husband."

Her eyes widen, and she scoffs in disbelief. "What kind of joke is this?"

He smirks fades, replaced by a deadly seriousness. "I don't joke, Madam. And certainly not when it comes to you."

She jerks her hand away, her voice rising. "I'm leaving, right now."

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes glinting with something dark. "I'm sorry, but you're not going anywhere. You can ask me for anything... anything at all, and I will bring it to you. But leaving? That's not an option."

Her blood boils. "You think you can control me? You're insane if you think I'll stay here! Let me go!"

As soon as she turns toward the door, he moov swiftly. In one sharp motion, he pulls out his gun, grabs her wrist, and yankes her toward him with force. He doesn't point it at her, but the mere sight of it makes her breath hitch.

His voice drops to a chilling whisper. "If you even think about leaving... or refuse to marry me, I can't promise what I might do next."

She gasps, her body going rigid. Her heartbeat is erratic as fear seeps into her veins.

Vansh entered the room and looked at him.

"Adi, is this how you talk to your Jaan?" He sighed in frustration. "Step outside. I'll talk to her."

Her hands clenched into fists, spoke firmly. "I don't want to talk to anyone."

Ignoring her,, Vansh grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. "You need to control your temper, man. You can't pull out a gun every time you're pissed off! She's already terrified. Do you really think this is the way to make her stay?"

He let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. "Vansh, don't test my patience right now. I'm already losing my mind."

Vansh folded his arms. "And what do you expect? You kidnap her, force her into marriage, and then want her to be all lovey-dovey with you overnight. Be realistic. This is going to take time.

Time? Honestly, it feels like forever already.

And get ready for forever, because she's not going to melt for you anytime soon. Now, do yourself a favor and go to the study. I'll talk to her."

Frustrated but for Vansh, he stormed off to the study, slamming the door behind him.

Vansh turned back to her, who glared at him with a mixture of anger and fear.

"Stay away from me," she hissed.

He took a step back, raising his hand in surrender. "Relax, don't be scared. I'm not here to threaten you.

Please, agree to the wedding."

She scoffed. "Why should I?"

His expression darkened. "Kyonki agar aap nahi maani, to aapki family mein or is ghar mein... jitne bhi saansen le rahe hain... jaldi hi lena band kar denge. Wo aapko koi nuksan nahi pahunchayega, lekin baki sab? Un sabki saansen band ho jayengi. And honestly mujhe saansen lena bahut pasand hai."

(Translation - Because if you don't, everyone in your family and this house... everyone breathing right now... won't be breathing for long. He won't hurt you, but the rest? He won't spare them. And honestly I love breathing.)

Her breath hitched. "You're bluffing."

He shook his head with knowing smirk. "Am I?"

She felt her leg weaken, but she stood her ground.

He softened his tone. "Look, Meera, he loves you like crazy. I've tried everything to talk sense into him, but he just can't stay away from you. He's obsessed, completely consumed by you. So, if you want save innocent lives, please marry him."

She narrowed her eyes. "Innocent? You? One minute! You are a politician, right? Your job is to help the people, and yet you are helping such people? Don't you feel ashamed?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "People like him? Do you even know who he is? He's not just anyone... he's the owner of 'AS Dimond Collection'. He's powerful, dangerous... and absolutely mad at you."

His voice turned almost teasing. "Dekhiye hum bahut shariff log hain. Aap humein galat samajh rahi hain. Wo to bas Mera Bhai apke nashe mein... mera matlab apke pyar mein pagal ho gaya hai. Par iski mein garantee bhi nahi de sakta ki wo kitni der tak shariff rahega. Kyoki agar aapne iss shadi ke liye Haan nahi ki to uss bechare ko bhi nahi pta ki wo kis hadd tak jaa sakta hai. Isliye soch samjhkar faisla lijiye. Kyoki kisi na kisi tarah aap pahale hi uski ho chuki hain."

(Translation - Look, we are very decent people, you're misunderstanding us. It's just that my brother has gone crazy in you your intoxi... I mean, in your love. But I can't even guarantee how long he'll remain decent because if you don't agree to this, even that poor guy himself doesn't know to what he's capable of anymore. So, think carefully before making a decision... because one way or another, you already belong him.)

Kabir approaches Aditya and says, "Boss, the priest has arrived."

As soon as he gets up, Kabir, hesitating a little but still gathering courage, says, "Boss, are you really doing this?"

He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling sharply, and says, "Kabir, honestly, I've never been tired of anything in my life, but explaining things to you all has exhausted me. I can't explain any more than this." His voice was calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it, a silent warning that he wouldn't tolerate any more questioning.

Kabir sighs, still uncertain, and says, "Boss, I was just saying... what if she becomes a problem for us?"

His jaw tightening, glares at him and snaps, "Kabir, she is not a problem." His tone was final, leaving no room for argument.

He leaves the study room, his heavy footsteps echoing with an air of determination.

Meanwhile, Dadi enters and looks at Kabir with concern. "Kabir beta, what happens? Why did Adi look so disturbed? What is going on?

He unsure what to say, rubs the back of his neck and mutters, "Dadi, I don't know. I really don't know what Boss ia doing or what's going on in his mind." But deep down, he knew this wasn't about logic anymore. He had lost himself in his Obsession.

Stepping out of the study room, Kabir murmurs himself, "Sorry, Dadi, I can't tell you right now."

He storms into his room, his sharp gaze locking onto her, who was still resisting. Vansh stood besides her, trying to convince her.

His voice was deadly calm as he said, "Vansh, go outside."

Vansh placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and said, "Adi, be gentle, okay? Don't lose your temper." His tone was firm yet concerned.

He took a deep breath, nodding slightly, Vansh gave him one last look before stepping out of the room.

He grabbed her wrist, his was firm and unyielding, yet he was careful, ensuring that she wouldn't feel any pain or get hurt. There was strength in his hold, but also an unspoken gentleness. "Come on, Jaan. We're getting married right now. The priest is here, and I'm done waiting."

She struggled, her nails digging into his skin, but he didn't even flinch. "I would rather die than marry you!" she spat, her voice laced with hatred.

He unfazed, smirked as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. His voice dangerously soft when he whispered, "Sorry, Jaan, but that's not a option for you." His words sent a chill down her spine, not just because of the threat but because of the certainly in his voice.

Without a word, he dragged her downstairs, his grip tightening every time she resisted.

Kabir hesitantly approached, trying once again. "Boss... maybe you should calm down a little..."

He turned his head slowly, his gaze sharp like a blade. "No one will say a word until this wedding is done!" His voice thundered through the hall, silencing everyone.

Dadi, visibly furious, opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Vansh gently held her back and whispered, "Dadi, let him do this. You can talk to him after the wedding. Right now, if anyone interferes, he will shoot someone. And trust me, an innocent life will be last today if anyone speaks up."

Dadi's eyes flinckered with anger, but when he looks at his Adi.. at the madness in his eyes, the unwavering obsession, she knew Vansh was right.

So she stayed silent.

Because this wasn't just about marriage anymore.

This was about Aditya Singhania getting what he wanted.

The wedding ceremony begins, and an silence filled the air. She sits still, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she glares at him with nothing but hatred.

The pandit ji says, "Pheron ke liye khade ho jaiye."

(Translation - Priest says, 'Please stand up for the pheras.')

He stands up immediately, but she remains seated, refusing to move. Her hands clutch her dress tightly as if holding onto the last shred of control she has left.

He watches her for a moment, his patience thinning. He reaches out and grabs her wrist, trying to lift her, but it feels as if her feet are frozen in place. She resists, her entire body stiff.

He exhales sharply, closing his eyes for a second as frustration flicker across his face. And then, without a word, he suddenly scoops her up in his arms.

A gasp escapes her lips, her nails digging deep into his shirt, almost piercing his skin. But he doesn't flinch. His grip on her is firm, unyielding. He begins taking the pheras, carrying her effortlessly.

She struggles, her breath ragged, but there is no escape. She bites her lower lip, anger boiling inside her, yet all she can do is cling to his shirt as the ritual continues.

As soon as the pheras are completed, the pandit ji announces, "Ab vadhu ki maang mein sindoor bhariye or gale mein mangalsutra pahnaiye."

(Translation - The priest announces, 'Now, apply sindoor in the bride's hair parting and tie the mangalsutra around her neck.')

He without hesitation, takes a pinch of sindoor and fills her maang, making her as his. He then ties the mangalsutra around her neck, sealing their unwanted bond.

The pandit ji declares, "Ye vivah sampann hua!"

(Translation - The priest declares, 'This wedding is now complete.')

A victorious smirk plays on his lips as he watches her, but her face filled with silent fury and helplessness.

Just then, Vansh steps, clapping slowly with an amused smirk. He takes out a bundle of cash from his pocket, waves it over his and her as a traditional gesture, then tosses it to security, saying, "Enjoy, guys! Your Boss just got married! This is once-in-a-lifetime event!"

He then hands some money to the priest, saying, "Thank you, Pandit ji, for coming so late at night. You may leave now."

Her face pale and her eyes filled with unshed tears, as he walked over to her.

His tone was calm yet commanding as he said, "Jaan, the sooner you accept that we are now husband and wife, the better it will be for you.

Meera Aditya Singhania this is your new identity now."

She looked up at him, her voice trembling yet defiant. "You call this love. This is nothing short of cruelty. What kind of man forces a woman into a marriage against her will?"

His jaw tightened, but he leaned closer and said, "Call it what you want, Jaan. For now, it's enough that you're my wife. Come with me to the room." he reached for her hand.

"Let me go!" She protested, trying to pull her hand away, but his grip didn't loosen.

Just then, Dadi's voice rang out, stern and full of authority.

"Adi, stop right here!" she said, stepping forward. "How dare you treat your wife like this? This is not how I raised you! Is this the respect you show to a woman who just become your partner for life?"

He froze, surprised by his Dadi intervention. "Dadi, you don't understand..." he started, but she cut him off.

"No, you don't understand!" Dadi said, her voice sharp. "This is not the upbringing I gave you. Did I teach you to dominate or hurt someone you claim to love? I'm ashamed of your behaviour today."

Kabir, stepped forward cautiously. "Boss, maybe Dadi is right. You're being too harsh. Bhabhi needs time..."

His eyes darted to Kabir, narrowing in warning. "Ohh... Come on Kabir... you know she's my wife."

But Dadi was undeterred, "Your wife? Adi, a wife is not someone you own! She's a person with her own emotions and choices. And let me tell you, she will not step into your room until she's ready and willing. She will stay with me in private room."

Vansh said, "Dadi, the wedding has already happened, right? And you don't trust your own grandson? You should at least give him a chance."

Dadi shot him a sharp look and replied, "Vansh, you are just as guilty as he is. You could have stopped him, made him understand, but instead, you stood by and let this happen. He kidnapped that poor girl, and you allowed it. Don't think you're innocent in this."

Vansh clenched his fists, feeling the weight of her words. He was about to blurt out the truth, that it wasn't Aditya who kidnapped her, but him. But before he could speak, Aditya's grip tightened around his wrist, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Vansh, let it go," he said in a low, firm voice, his eyes silently warning him to stay quiet.

Vansh's frustration spiked, but he took a deep breath, exhaling sharply. His heart ached seeing Dadi speak to Aditya with such anger. He wanted to define him. But since he had silenced him, he had no choice but to swallow his words.

With a huff, he stormed over the sofa, flopped down, and crossed his arms. Murmured to himself, "Aaj to gaya mera Bhai..."

(Translation - My brother is doomed today."

Then, looking up, he sighed, "Ohh... God, Please koi to bacha lo use..."

(Translation - Ohh... God, someone please save him.)

"I won't say anything for now. But when things get out of hand. I will speak up... Only to save my brother. Sorry, Dadi."

And Aditya almost pleading, said, "Dadi, you can't do this."

Dadi stopped for a moment turned to him with a sharp glare, and said, "I can Mr. Singhania, and I will."

He looked exasperated, running a hand through his hair. "Dadi, you're taking this too far. She's my wife. I merried her because I can't live without her! I'll make sure she's comfortable and I promise I won't force her into anything. At least let her stay in my room!"

Dadi folded her arms, her expression unyielding. "Mr. Singhania, you've already crossed too many lines. This is where I draw the boundary. Until she willingly chooses to stay with you, she will remain under my protection. End of discussion."

He sighed deeply, his voice softening. "Dadi, please. Don't make this harder for me. I can't stay away from her."

"You shouldn't thought about that before forcing her into this situation," Dadi replied sharply.

She turned to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Beta, don't worry. You're safe with me. No one will pressure you into anything. Come, let's go to the room."

She glanced hesitantly at him, who was watching her with an unreadable expression.

For a moment, he seemed vulnerable, almost pleading, but she quickly turned away and followed Dadi.

As they walked away, he stood there, his fists clenched at his sides. Kabir says, "Boss, maybe you should listen to Dadi. Winning Bhabhi's heart will be worth more than forcing her into your life."

He gave him a side glance, his voice low and determined. "Kabir, I'll win her heart. So soon she'll see that I'm the only one for her. But I need her close. I can't... I won't let her go."

He talking to himself, smirk and says, "Dadi, I never thought you'd be tougher than her. But you're underestimate your Adi. I'll make sure she willingly walks into my arms. Just wait and watch. This game just has begun."

Vansh walks up to him, shaking his head. "It's really late now. You've created enough chaos for today. Now to go sleep, and please, for once, don't do anything crazy, okay? I'm going home."

He chuckles, patting his shoulder. "Alright, alright. You go. But I'll send extra security with you. Can't have anything to my dear brother, can I?"

Vansh smirks, knowing his overprotectiveness, and they hug briefly before he leaves.

He turns to Kabir, his playful smirk fading into a serious expression. "Kabir, come to the study. We need to discuss something important."

They head to the study, and their expression turn cold as they discuss their upcoming diamond shipment.

"Tomorrow, Isha will be handling the transfer. Everything needs to be precise, no mistakes," he says, his voice firm and authoritative as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, taking a slow ship. His eyes darken with intensity.

Kabir nods, pulling out his phone and scanning through recent reports. "Boss, I'll have the men in place. But we should keep an eye out. There's been unusual movement in the area," he warns, his brows furrowing.

He leans forward, placing his glass on the table with a soft clink. "What kind of movement?" he asks, his tone sharp.

Kabir swipes through a few images on his phone and turns the screen toward him. "Unmarked vehicles near our docks. Some unfamiliar faces lurking around. Either someone is sniffing around, or we've got uninvited guests trying to interfere."

He smirks, but his eyes remain dangerous. "If someone is planning to cross us, they better be prepared to pay the price. Increase surveillance and have our men ready. If anyone so much as breathes in the wrong direction, I want to know."

Kabir chuckles darkly. "Understood, Boss. And what about Isha? Should we inform her about the possible risk?"

He leans back, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "Isha knows how to handle herself. But just in case, double her backup. I don't want any surprises tomorrow."

Kabir nods in agreement. "Got it, Boss. I'll personally oversee the final security check before the shipment moves."

He exhales deeply, drumming his fingers on the table. "Good. Because this shipment is too valuable, Kabir."

Meanwhile, Dadi watches her closely. She looks uncomfortable, shifting in the heavy lahanga. Her face shows distress, but she says nothing.

Dadi sighs, shaking her head. "This boy... always doing things without thinking," she mutters to herself before marching toward the study room.

He sharp as ever, hears her footsteps approaching. He glares at Kabir and smirks. "Kabir, stay quiet. It looks like Dadi is coming."

The moment Dadi opens the door, he leans back in his chair, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Dadi, what happened? Is your roommate giving you a hard time.

Ya Sherni aapko bhi panje maar rahi hai.

(Translation - or has the tigress started clawing at you as well?)

Dadi glares at him, her patience wearing thin. "She is not troubling me. It's my own grandson who has troubled me by bringing her here without thinking! The poor girl is distressed, and on top of that, she doesn't even have proper clothes. Go and bring some clothes for her!"

He tilts his head, pretending to think, then looks at Kabir, about to say something. But Dadi, always steps ahead, raises a hand. "Not Kabir. You will go. She is your wife. Your responsibility."

He smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Dadi, I am going to get my wife's clothes."

He and Kabir get into the car and drive off.

As they are on their way, he smirks and leans back in his seat. "Kabir, do you even know what kind of clothes girls like?"

Kabir frowns, glancing at him. "Boss, I honestly have no idea about this." He thinks for a moment, then chuckles. "Why don't we just buy the whole store? That way, at least something will be to her liking."

He shakes his head. "Not a bad idea, but I need something specific. I can't risk my tigress angrier than she already is."

Kabir suddenly gets an idea and exclaims, "Boss, should we call Riya? Isha is busy right now, but Riya can help us."

He nods, amused. "Go ahead, call her. She'll have the answers."

Kabir pulls the car to a stop near the side of the road and dials Riya's number.

"Hello, Riya," he says casually.

On the other end, she responds instantly, "Yes, Bhai? What's up?"

Kabir smirks and hands the phone to him. He takes it and, without any context, says, "Beta, do you know any good designers? We need some female dresses."

She pauses for a moment before narrowing her eyes. "Bhai, why do you need female dresses?" Her voice is laced with suspicion.

He smirks. "Come home tomorrow, and you'll find out. For now, just send me the address."

She still unconvinced, says, "Bhai, why does this feel like something fishy?"

He chuckles, playing along. "There's nothing fishy, MERI MAA... Everything is fine trust me."

She huffs in frustration. "Fine. I'll send you the address. But meet me there... I need to know what's going on."

He smirks, hanging up the phone. He leans back with a knowing look. "She won't rest until she finds out everything."

A moment later, her massage arrives with the address. Without wasting time, he and Kabir head to the designer's showroom.

As soon as they enter, the designer, a well-dressed woman, greets them warmly. "Welcome, Mr. Singhania. It's a pleasure to have you here."

Before he can reply, the glass doors of the showroom swing open, and she walks in, looking sharp and determined.

He sees her and immediately breaks into smile. As she approaches, he pulls her into a warm hug, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. "My doctor is finally here," he says with a chuckle.

Kabir follows, hugging her too, cupping her cheeks with his hands, and asking softly, "How are you, Beta."

She smiles but crosses her arms, eyeing them suspiciously. "I'm fine, but first, you both came with me. Now."

He and Kabir exchange glances before sighing, knowing there's no escaping her interrogation.

She looks at him, completely baffled. "Bhai, what's going on?"

He smirks slightly and, in his usual composed manner, says, "Your brother got married."

She freezes, her eyes widening in pure shock. "WHAT?"

He chuckles at her reaction and nods. "Yes, just a little while ago."

She stares at him as if he's lost his mind. "Bhai, you didn't even tell me? How could you do this? This is your marriage."

He gently cups her cheeks, his expression softening. "Beta, everything happened so suddenly. I didn't even get time to think, let alone inform anyone."

He pulls back, still struggling to process his words. "Wait a minute, Bhai. Just yesterday, you were saying that you'd never get merried, that you hate women. So suddenly, how did a girl enter your life? And not just that, you actually merried her?"

Kabir, who had been silent until now, sighs deeply and steps in. "Beta, listen... there's something you need to know."

He carefully explains everything... How Meera ended up here, the circumstances, the forced marriage. She listens, her face going pale as the truth sinks in.

When Kabir finishes, she shakes her head in disbelief. "What? Bhai, you kidnapped her and forced her into marriage? Seriously Bhai?"

She steps back, her voice breaking as she stares at him, searching his face for any remorse. "Bhai, I understand that you kill anyone without hesitation I know they are your enemies. I know they've tried to harm you, and I have never questioned you when you punished them. But, Bhai... I never thought you would do something like this to a girl."

Tears start welling up in her eyes. "How could you, Bhai? She must be terrified... She must be hating every moment of this."

Seeing his sister cry, his expression changes. His playful smirk disappears, replaced by a rare vulnerability. Without a second thought, he pulls her into a warm hug, rubbing her back to comfort her. His voice is filled with emotions he barely understands himself.

"Beta... what could I do? Ever since I saw her, I haven't been able to sleep, I haven't able to breathe properly. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't focus on anything else. She was in my mind every second, and I couldn't fight it. So... I married her."

She stiffens in his embrace, his words shocking her even more than the truth about the forced marriage.

He takes a deep breath and softly adds, "But I promise you, I will never do anything wrong to her. Nor will I ever let anything happen to her. That's my vow."

She pulls back slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I trust you, Bhai... but still, this is wrong. No matter how you look at it, what happened to her isn't fair. And I... I don't even know how I'll be able to face her. How will I look her in the eye when my own brothers..." she stops mid-sentence, her voice breaking, and once again hugs him tightly, crying into his chest.

He gently strokes her hair, his voice a whisper. "Shh... Calm down, baba. Right now, help your Bhai pick out dresses for your Bhabhi. You're the only one who knows what she might like. If she gets something nice, maybe... just maybe, she won't hate me that much."

She sniffles again but manages a small, tearful smile. "That's going to take more than just a few dresses, Bhai.

But you better make this right."

He smiles and pulls her into another hug. "That's the plan, beta. That's the plan."

She selects a variety of clothes for her, since she has no idea about her preference, she picks out an assortment of sarees, suits, and some comfortable casual wear that she might feel at ease in. She carefully inspects each piece, making sure they are elegant yet simple, something that would make her feel at home in an unfamiliar place. Once everything is packed, he steps forward to make the payment.

Just then, she sighs and says, "Bhai, I don't know what kind of clothes Bhabhi likes, but I tried my best to choose something she would."

He smirks and replies, "If she likes them, she'll wear them. If not, my Sherni will definitely lash out at me. And trust me, I have already faced her wrath enough times."

Then looks at Riya. "Thank you, Beta. I appreciate this."

She smiles!

Then turns to his bodyguard, Dara and says, "Dara, drops Riya home safely."

She protests, "No, Bhai, I can go by myself."

He shakes his head. "Beta, it's too late at night. I won't take any chance. Dara will drop you off, and that's final."

They step outside, and he opens the car door for his sister. With one final glance at her brothers, she sighs and get in.

Dara gives a nod and drives off while they watches until the car disappears from view.

"Riya Malhotra"

Riya is Kabir's sister, a doctor by profession. Aditya loves her immensely because he has no sister of his own... Riya is everything to him. He took care of her education, provided for every need, and protected her like a privious gem. He ensured she had the best life possible. However, very few people ever get to meet her, as both Kabir and Aditya have kept her hidden from the dark world to ensure her safety.

No one knows that Riya actually Kabir's sister, but she knows everything about their dark world. She doesn't approve of it, yet she never turns her back on them. Whenever any of their men get injured, she is the one who secretly treats them, despite disliking violence.

Despite her strong and independent nature, she has a soft spot for Aditya. She considers him her biggest protector and guide. She loves him more than Kabir because Kabir himself always tells her that Aditya means everything to them.

Then Kabir ensures that all the shopping bags are loaded into the car.

When they reaches private room, he knocks on the door. The caretaker assigned to Dadi opens it. As his female guards bring in the packed clothes, both Dadi and Meera stare at him in shock. She already furious, immediately turns her face away, refusing to even look at him.

Dadi folds her arms and scolds, "Adi, I told you bring some clothes, not the entire market."

He smirks and signals the guards and the caretaker to leave the room. Once they exit, he leans against the doorframe and says, "Dadi, how was I supposed to know what my Sherni likes? She has already clawed me enough times. I didn't want to take any more risks."

Then Dadi says sharply, "Okay, go. What do you want now?"

"Nothing, Dadi," he said, his tone laced with mock innocence.

"Just checking if my wife needs anything else. After all, I have certain... responsibilities, don't I?"

She shot him a glare, her voice sharp. "Your responsibilities? The only responsibility you seem to care about is controlling others. I don't need anything from you."

He chuckled softly and stepped into the room, ignoring Dadi's disapproving glare. "Ahh... Jaan," he said, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur, "You're hurting me with your words. Here I am, your doting husband, ready to move heaven and earth for you, and you repay me with such harshness, Mrs. Singhania."

Dadi's cleared her throat loudly. "Adi, if you've come here to annoy her, you can leave right now. This is her space, not yours."

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "Annoy her? Dadi, I'm just trying to bond with my better half. Isn't that what newlyweds are supposed to do?"

She rolled her eyes and turned away, muttering under her breath, "Some bond this is... a forced chain."

He grin widened as he walked closer, leaning casually against the bedpost. "Jaan, you're going to have to get used to me." His lips curved into a faint smile.

"After all, this is just the beginning of our story. Wouldn't it be better to start with... cooperation?"

"Cooperation?" she shot back, her voice icy. "You don't know the meaning of the word. Cooperation requires mutual respect, something you clearly lack. Just get out of here."

"Ouch...," he said, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "You're really good with words, Mrs. Singhania. But words like that don't suit you at all."

Dadi looks at him sharply. "Adi, if you keep this up, I'll make sure you don't see her for the next whole month is that clear?"

He straightened, "Alright, Dadi. No need to be harsh. I'm leaving. But," he turned to her, his smirk returning, "Don't miss me too much, Jaan. You'll see me again very soon."

He adds, "Good night, Dadi. Take care of my Ziddi Baccha."

She clenches her fists, her anger bubbling again. But he winks at her and walks out of the room with a smirk still playing on his lips.

The next morning, he was sitting at the dining table, sipping his black coffee, when Dadi arrived.

He smirked and asked, "Dadi, your roommate hasn't come down yet? But you know, I thought she was a fighter. Didn't expect her to give up so easily."

Dadi glared at him, slamming a spoon on the table. "Adi, do you really think she will forget what you did so easily? That poor girl... she's struggling because of you. But of course, you've already moved on from it without a second thought, haven't you?"

He sighed, placing his cup down with a soft clink. "Dadi, I really don't want to have this conversation again. Please, let's not argue about it anymore. What's done is done."

Dadi scoffed, shaking her head in disappointment. "Of course, why would you want to talk about it? You've already done what you wanted to do, didn't you?"

He remained unfazed, finishing his breakfast with an air of confidence. Then, leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Dadi's forehead. "Dadi, you should focus on breakfast instead of stressing over unnecessary things. I don't want your BP to rise early in the morning. Relax and eat."

As he stood up, Dadi grabbed his wrist firmly, her grip surprisingly strong. "Don't go to her room, Adi. I mean it."

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Dadi, do you really think I have no other work to do? I agree your roommate is important to me, but that doesn't mean I have nothing else to focus on. Don't worry, I'm going to my room."

Saying this, he walked toward the hall, his hands tucked into his pocket, while Kabir followed closely behind. He glanced back at Dadi, who was now focused on her breakfast while speaking with one of the staff members.

Seizing the moment, he turned to Kabir and said in a low voice, "Kabir, until I came back downstairs, don't let Dadi go upstairs. Keep her occupied. And yes, turn off all of Alexa's power for a while... Dadi has been acting extra smart these days. She might try to keep tabs on me."

Kabir smirked and nodded. "Alright, Boss. And don't worry. I'll keep Dadi busy."

He patted Kabir's back lightly, chuckling. "Good. You never disappoint me, Kabir."

With that, he straightened his jacket, adjusted his cufflinks, and confidently strode toward her room. His smirk deepened, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Let's see how my Ziddi Baccha doing." he murmured under his breath, anticipation buzzing in his veins.

He entered her room, finding her lost in thought, sitting there with sadness in her eyes. His gaze softened for a brief moment before he masked it with his usual smirk.

As he quietly closed the door behind him, she noticed his presence and immediately stood up, her eyes widening in shock.

"You... you? What are you doing here?" she stammered, taking a step back, her hands curling into fists.

Just as she was about to scream, he swiftly moved, gently placing his hand over her mouth, his touch firm yet careful. With his other hand, he gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

She struggled against his hold, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of his body.

He leaned in slightly, his lips just inches away from her ear. "Shh... don't scream, Jaan!

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